Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical Romance Novels

Using the Noodle

As if life wasn’t already showing me clearly just how old I’m getting, my high school class is about to celebrate the 40th anniversary of our graduation!

WHAT?

How could time have gone by that quickly???

Wasn’t it just yesterday that this was what I saw in the mirror?

Now, mind you, back then we started school at two or three years old, so I graduated high school at fifteen, but still! Ugh…

The Queen’s High School crest. The school was established in 1953, and named in honor of Queen Elizabeth’s ascension to the throne the previous year. The motto translates to: May she Flourish in Wisdom and Virtue. Clearly I didn’t live up to that, but the school gave me an excellent academic base nonetheless!

And I’ve found myself even more than ever doing ‘old people’ things, like walking into a room and standing there, wondering why I went there in the first place. And leaving things in places, then forgetting where on earth I put them. Even starting this post, stopping to look something up, and then suddenly remembering I needed to finish it, ten minutes later! So, I decided to start doing a few little things to keep my brain a little sharper.

Strange as it is, I’ve never been terribly good at word games. Long ago I used to do The Times cryptic crosswords with my father, and enjoyed them. I got good enough that we would both do it individually during the day, and compare notes at night, often completing each other’s copy. But because they depend a lot on popular references, I haven’t found a US equivalent that pulls me in the same way.

Jumbles would frustrate me, because I took so long to solve them, and the occasional time I can solve the Spelling Bee pangram is more a source of amazement than anything else.

Then, I noticed people talking about ‘Wordle’ online, and tried it. Now I’m hooked, both on it and on Quordle, which is where you have nine tries to figure out four separate words. Have they really helped stave off my forgetfulness? I don’t know, but I hope so, because I’m going to keep on doing them.

Do any of you have any suggestions for games or puzzles that will help keep my noodle working well? Drop them in the comments, if you do!

And, because I’m so excited about my upcoming release One Night Fling in Positano, I thought I’d share the cover and blurb again.

I love this cover soooo much!

Can one night of passion… 

…change her whole life? Nurse Kendra lives a jet-set life. Who needs a home and family when they only let you down? So when meeting gorgeous Massimo in Positano results in one unforgettable night, Kendra has no regrets—until he turns out to be her new boss! Continuing their fling is risky, but also irresistible… Under the red-hot Mediterranean sun, will Kendra realize it’s not her fling that’s at risk but her no-strings-attached relationship rule?

Cover reveal, Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical Romance Novels

Musings on Spring, and a cover reveal

It’s officially spring here in the Western hemisphere, but I’m not feeling it. I hate to admit it, but at this time of year I actually miss living in Canada. Just to be clear, I often miss Canada but usually for very different reasons, which usually include the family and friends I’m away from. Especially now, after a year of separation and at what I hope is the tail end of the lockdown.

No, Canadian weather isn’t something I usually miss, now that I’m living in Florida. Any of my Canadian friends will tell you that I don’t like winter. Ice on the ground? Snow blowing sideways? Days and days of grey skies and then, when the sun comes out it means the temperature drops? Ah, no thank you.

Sometimes, even when it’s supposedly spring in Ontario, that includes the occasional snow flurry, along with very cold rain. Often spring seems like just winter’s younger, just as ugly brother. Here it’s 84 degrees, while in London, Ontario, where I used to live, it’s about 48 degrees, at the time of writing. Now, I prefer warm over cold, usually, but the reality is that spring in Central Florida actually often feels more like summer come early.

One of the things I enjoyed in Canada was the visual evidence of spring slowly but surely coming into its own. Red buds on the trees, showing the first tentative evidence of leaves bursting forth. Little green sprouts courageously pushing through winter’s grime, reaching for the sun.

Then, suddenly, front gardens showing hints of color, as the bulbs begin to bloom. Tiny little wild flowers, which some gardeners may consider weeds but I love, peeping through the grass. And then the glory of the cherry and crabapple trees in full glorious blossom outside the office I worked at.

Once cameras on phones became a thing (yes, my sweet summer children, once upon a time this wasn’t even conceivable LOL!) I loved taking pictures of these signs, and my heart was happy. It was a tangible way to know another snowstorm was unlikely, and I’d turn my face up to the sun (when it was around) sort of like a flower myself, yearning for new beginnings.

Please don’t think that where I live now doesn’t have its own particular beauty, and signs of spring. I still take pictures of tiny flowers and some not so tiny ones, but now it doesn’t quite have the same meaning. Before it was a transition from a season I disliked to one that held the promise of really warm weather on the way. Now it’s Florida ramping up to become ever-so-slightly unbearable, unless you’re in a boat, on the water, slathered in sunscreen.

Yeah, now I’m left asking myself, “What on earth are you complaining about? Boating season is around the corner…”

Now, for the promised cover reveal!

Here is my M&B UK cover for Island Fling with the Surgeon, which will it the shelves in August. I love it! This book takes readers back to my fictional island of St. Eustace (not the be confused with the very real island of Sint Eustatius, in the Dutch Leeward Islands), first introduced in Best Friend to Doctor Right. Here’s the blurb:

Make-believe?

Or more than she bargained for?

When Dr. Genevieve Broussard convinces nurse Zach Lewin to enter a fake relationship to help keep her meddling mom off her back, she’s confident there’s no danger of it turning into anything more. Her first priority has to be her surgical career, and both Gen and Zach are still reeling from recent betrayals. But as the summer heat in the Caribbean loosens inhibitions, their fake “affair” is at risk of becoming all too real…